Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1887-10-05
Mr.. and Mrs. Bowser.

reels, and l naturally asked him what
was going to happen.
1--WE are going a-6shing, Mrs. Bow
SER"
"Wheni"
Tomorrow"
"But 1 cant 60. You know moth
er is"
"Your mother be hanged, Mrs.
Bowserl You can take baby over
there and we'll 20 off for little re-
creation"
'Do you-you suppose we'll catch
anything
"You probably won't, for no woman
knows how to fish. There might be a
thousand bass and pickerel within a
foot of her hook and she wouldn't get
a bite. However, you look worn out
and day off will brighten you up"
will you catch any fish, Mr.. Bow
ser ?"
"Humph What do you suppose l
invested IS in fishing tackle for? 1
don't want to give the exact number
of fish that l shall catch, because there
may be one more or less. You had
better tell the girl to clean out one of
those kegs tonight and have it all
ready to salt down our fish in"
Mr.. Bowser was in excellent good
humor that evening. His talk ran to
bass, pickerel, wall-eyed pike and
perch. and he spent two hours with
his fish lines and sinkers. He gave
me long entertaining lecture on the
habits of the pickerel-the pickerel
weighing from three to fifteen pounds
and he followed that with some
choice anecdotes of black bass-their
powers of sight, voracious appetites,
etc. Fearing that he was over san
guine felt it my duty to observe:
"Mr. Bowser, suppose you shouldn't
catch fish p
He looked at me with such an in
jured air that ] felt sorry for him, but
continued:
Suppose l should catch 'em all"
He looked startled for moment.
Then he came over to me with pleas
ant smile on his face, placed his hand
on my head in fatherly way, and
kindly replied:
my dear, l hope you will catch
every blessed fish in Lake st. Clair |
Nothing would give me greater pleas
ure than to see you haul out wagon
load"
We went up the lake the next
morning and began fishing from a
private dock. Mr.. Bowser got his fish
line tied to the pole before we we're
within forty rods of the dock, and
when we were yet 100 feet away he
put minnow on the hook and jump
ed out and ran for the dock, leaving
me to hitch the horse. 1t looked a
bit selfish to me, but / have since as
certained that all husbands who go
fishing with their wives do the same
thing. He had been fishing twenty
minutes before I got down, and ask
ed if he had any bites.
Bites? OF course not. You don't
think telegraphed the fish what min
ute we'd be here. do youi If you get
q bite in an hour and half you'll do
mighty WE'LL"
No sooner had l thrown in my hook
than felt yank, and the line was
carried off to the left / called Mr..
Bowser's attention to it and he replied:
"It's probably an old boot or an
oyster can. Don't get excited and
fall off the dock"
After feeling heavy tug at the
line / m de pull, accompanied by
yell, and 10! landed three pound
bass on the planks. / just danced up
and down and yelled to Mr.. Bowser
to come and help me. He came over
and growled:
"Humph Fish was making for
my bait when you happened to pull
up. Nice way that is to fish !"
"But the hook is in his mouth"
"Well, don't startle the people in
the graveyard! BY some hook or
crook or blunder you've caught poor
old worthless sheeps-head, but don't
break the dock down over itT
He was so anxious to catch the next
fish that he wouldn't stop to take mine
of, but l finally got it loose, rebaited
the hook, and as dropped it in Mr..
Bowser said :
ut isn't likely that another acci-
dent will occur, but if it does don't
canter around like lunatic. Your
actions frightened an immense fish
away from my hook"
III feel bite, Mr.. Bowser p
"Bosh !"
"But ! surely dol"
"Mrs. Bowser, don't you dare to
pull up your line and scare my fish
awayp
/ knew l had fish and pulled
and landed pound perch. couldn't
n